Up the Corporate Ladder (Mistress Legacy and Gumshoe)

[kennedy_marie]

For almost six years now, Samantha had worked the long hours her boss demanded of her without so much as a peep. She'd been the one to unlock the building at five in the morning, and the one to lock it at eight or nine at night. The young professional had severed friendships, lost relationships, isolated herself from her family, all in the name of career advancement. Her work was done meticulously, never late, never wrong. She jumped through hoops to get her boss to notice the hard work she was putting in, always waiting, always knowing that the big promotion was just around the corner. The woman was a machine, dedicated wholly to her position and to the vision of the company.

Unfortunately, there were a couple of things her boss did not seem to notice, one of which was her hard work. For some reason, he failed to acknowledge her hard work year after tiresome year, failed to praise her for jumping through his impossible hoops. He also seemed to fail to see her jumping through hoops for a different kind of attention for him--one she tried to deny that she desired. Dating in the workplace was unprofessional, and worse, the woman knew she'd feel like a lousy whore if she received a promotion after sleeping with her boss. Still..... She couldn't help thinking of him, of the way he spoke with authority, his eyes, his body. She couldn't help thinking about him pushing her against his desk and taking her--No, no. She would not let that happen.

Samantha's careful self-restraint extended to her attire at the office. The woman was attractive in an off-beat sort of way. Her hair was long, auburn, and curly, extremely comely had she ever taken the time to wear it down. Instead, it was always pulled up into a french twist behind her head. Her face was a delicate porcelain, her features dainty and doll-like, though her eyes were large and round, a deep blue that was pensive and inviting; they seemed to reflect all the way to her soul. Samantha's full, pouty lips were naturally rouged a light bubblegum pink. The woman's body was incredibly voluptuous, though also very well hidden underneath dowdy clothes carefully meant to conceal any sex appeal just in case she ever had a slip up. She had large breasts that sat heavily on her small, five foot for frame. Her slim waste and toned ass and legs were tributes to the hours that she put in at the gym in the small amounts of free time she found between work, eating, and sleeping.

On a not-so-special Monday, Samantha balanced a tray of coffee and her boss's dry-cleaning in one hand while unlocking the building with the other. The click-clack of her black stilettos echoed in the emptiness of the building as she made her way to her office, her body carefully sheathed in a black pencil skirt and a black button up blouse. She unlocked her office, sitting down her things and looking at the mountain of work on her desk with an exasperated sigh. Maybe today would be the big day? Maybe today he would notice her? Maybe?

 

[Mistress Legacy]

Since the first day that Zeke hired Samantha, he knew that she was going to do nothing by shine. He knew that that she would become a great asset to the company. Day after day he would watch her go up and beyond with her work. He was right from the first day. He promoted her a few times, but stopped and kept her his secretary. The next step would be vice president and his personal assistant, far greater that his secretary. He knew that she wanted the position with all her being. Going though all the hoops that he placed not just for her but for all that wanted the spot. He left it open for years telling everyone that no one has proven to him that they really deserved it. Well, Samantha did already, but he wanted to mess with her head. The first time he saw her heart crushed he new from that moment that he was going to have fun with her.

Zeke was well in his 30 and was head of a large company. He had a strong body that he tried to hide under his suits. He knew that he he was to just show off one of his muscles the girls in the company would go crazy. He was cocky because he thought that every girl wanted him. Even though it was true. He had long dirty blond hair that he had to put into a ponytail which make him seemed even more sexy. He had a square strong jaw with a cute dimple in his chin when he smiled. His eyes were a creamy light and dark brown swirled together. He stood six feet tall, more legs than torso. His arms were thick and had big strong hands. If Samantha every had a chance to find out, and Zeke knew that she would, he was well in doubt.

Zeke came into the building about thirty minutes after Samantha caring some coffee listening to his music and had his jacket off. He looked around and saw no one for awhile until he came up to Samantha's office. He knew that she couldn't see him so he just stood there staring at her. He licked his lips and started to get hard. He looked at her shirt then tilted his head and smiled when he saw her feet and skirt. "Oh my..." Zeke started to get crazy horny just by looking at her. He bite his lip and cursed himself out because he forgot to get off this morning. He was going to have a hard time getting though the day with this hard on unless...

Zeke smiled then knocked on Samantha's door. He walked in smiling showing her his well tone body that most employees don't get to see. It was rare for a girl to see Zeke with his jacket off. He chuckled a little then walked up to Samantha's desk. "Wow Sam, you look nice to day. I see you have a lot of work to do. Mmm...be care now, you don't know who might take advantage of you with the way you are dressed to day." And that person is me. "You look like you need a break. Tell you what, in three minutes, why don't you come to my office. Maybe I can talk to you about a promotion." Zeke smiled then left the office. He smiled thinking to himself, Today will be the day I make her mine and she'll do anything for that promotion..

 

[kennedy_marie]

Samantha nearly dropped her coffee as Zeke walked in the room. Her eyes roamed over the form he rarely, well never, showed. A hot blush bloomed over her cheeks as she cleared her throat and looked down, pretending to shuffle through one of the stacks of paper on her desk. Had he noticed her looking? Would he be angry? She bit her bottom lip, and she could hear her heart throbbing as she fought to push away the feelings that she'd carried for this man for so long. The woman did not need a relationship, much less one with her boss. And like he would ever be interested in her, she reasoned before looking back up at him as he spoke.

"T-thank you, sir," she stammered as he complimented the way she looked. He had never done that before, never so much as mentioned anything at all about her clothing or anything else personal for that matter. Sure, he had complimented her work a time or two, but... She swallowed, walking behind her desk to put more distance and objects between them. Samantha knew he was not interested in her as anything more than a secretary, either professionally or personally, but she was fighting to convince herself that she had no interest in him either.

And then he said the magical word: Promotion. Was that why he was acting so strangely today? Was he going to promote her today? Her heart began to race, and she looked up at him, grinning. Samantha's stomach was full of knots as she fought to keep her composure. "A promotion? Yes, sir! I'll be right there." She could feel her hands trembling with excitement. Finally. Finally all the hard work and long hours had paid off. Finally he was noticing her contributions.

Once he had gone, she pulled a small hand mirror from her desk and straigthened the twist that her hair was in and brushed off her shirt. She wondered what all her new promotion would entail. A new office? A raise? More vacation time? She was grinning ear to ear as she walked down the hall and knocked on her boss's door.

 

[Mistress Legacy]

(this is going to be really short, but it has to be sorry your next one should be short too...maybe)

It was just one word that he said, "Enter." Zeke wasn't behind his desk like he normally would be when someone was to come see me. The way he said enter, was like he was some all powerful being.